‎don’t think about it

You see, you don’t get it
I feel like i’m nothing at all
If i could figure it out
Maybe i could be better

But i don't know what i am

I don’t feel
I don’t feel good at all
I’d stab myself with the back of your hammer
Cut myself ripping my hair out

And i won’t be
What i want you to think i am
I look too boyish and my voice is too low
Drowning myself in my shower at 9am

Don’t think about it it’s not important (x4)

So i’ll never know what i am

I think i’d die
End my life to be understood
At least then i won’t have to worry about whether or not i can feel like a person
By a tree
Covered in my blood and the leaves
My hands are gone and i’m stabbed to death
But at least then i’m not a man

I guess